Serena’s POV
The penthouse is a fortress of tension at 6 a.m., the first light of dawn filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. The air still carries the faint musk of our lovemaking from hours ago—Adrian’s c**k thrusting into me, his tongue tracing my skin, the raw intimacy that anchored me through the night. Yet, the victory of Jake Hart’s rescue feels hollow, overshadowed by Lila’s escape and the cryptic promise of a “bigger plan.” I stand by the kitchen counter, my silk robe loosely tied, the fabric brushing my thighs, my mind a whirlwind of strategies and fears. The video of Jake, his tear-streaked face as he recanted Lila’s lies, plays on a loop in my thoughts, a lifeline we’ll wield today, but the “twins” threat lingers like a
